February 25, 2011
Torino Porta Nuova
21:50 hours
Torino Porta Nuova
21:50 hours
Dear Reader, I write a post in a part of this past Friday. You're probably wondering what this phrase means. Well, it's easy to say. For reasons that will tell you then I'm on the regional train from Torino Porta Nuova, which leads to Milano Centrale.
Do not worry, I'm lost, and perhaps my being back on the train considered him one of the best times of the last week.
But let's see how I came up to here. Everything started as usual on a Monday morning when the alarm I tear to my sweet dreams too soon. My colleague gave me about twenty minutes before the appointment because he has a meeting on the loan. The first rule of the worker should never put a meeting on Monday morning or Friday afternoon. But how many rules are made only to be ignored.
However, with the head still half asleep I get back to commuting as it once was. Before the bus to Milan and then two subway lines to reach the point X. Arrive on time, and also connects it splits almost minute. Let's go. At the exit we pass a consultant to another group. The time to pass and is already a speck in the rearview mirror.
Meanwhile, the machine eats the miles we talk about work as usual. My colleague is so taken that almost missed the second coincides with the highway. If I had not warned in time probably would have found it near Genoa. And having perhaps a few more in your pocket, it might have been better.
Once in office activity is now brisk. There is to do this, answer this one and go to the meeting, set at a time acceptable. As in many of the meetings there is always a guest who does not center. In this case I am. Which is why I remain calm on the sidelines listening to others. Lunch
still work work work. I begin to not do it anymore. And to say that many things that are said are important and I need for my growth. Too bad that I think to grow more than to sleep. Afternoon
other meeting where the organizer is not present, then frustrated when we try to answer the phone.
To begin we go out late from the office. So late that the supermarkets are closed. Luckily I have a minimum of food for subsistence. I should be studying, but soon fall into a deep sleep after dinner. Tuesday I wake up with bakers and put myself under study. I seem to return to high school at the time was studying at home at night when there was finally a bit 'of peace. Tuesday we were again under pressure. The Turks have fun to call. During this time they have a trio of characters who is besieged in seats that once were mine and colleague. I discover that the girl like this trio Drombo is a former companion of my university colleagues. Too bad that to get to the discovery had to sacrifice my key from the coffee machine without even being invited. Okay. This event adds at least a list of topics of conversation at lunch. For democracy
also Tuesday it is getting late. And always for democracy to survive boxes, I go to bed early and get up early to study. Wednesday differs from the previous day for the name, the fact that my colleague did not hear the alarm, and because the evening is was organized social event. Dinner in a brewery towns surrounding Alba. So I find myself at a table with three married women, but without the other half. They are talking about work and colleagues and I focus on the first dinner worthy of the name. A beautiful shin. Nothing to do with Golonky Poles, but can be eaten with pleasure. Thursday
me from the early, as it is in anticipation of the return, on the other hand I turn my head to petty thoughts, and I do not like this at all. Before lunch but I have already replied to the many requests of the Turks, they had to do one thing and get it wrong, messed up all day. In the course more jumps in Milan and then opt to stay in Alba, as the situation of fire that's in office. For democracy is also released late Thursday, the last boxes I eat and I go to bed early and get up early. I have to finish a couple of jobs for my company. Things of little importance if Montezuma had not been put to row against. A half an hour of work becomes a tour de force, so I do just in time to arrive on time and wait for the colleague, who always for democracy today comes five minutes late. Arriving at the office I have to also peck an email from the CFO on a turkish urgent activities. There would be nothing to say if it was not the fact that the text of the mail is nothing but the copy and paste what I wrote all'ITManager of that country. Fortunately, that has at least the good manners to apologize. The forces responsible for the atrium mail group to hold an urgent meeting (if they had listened to me there would be no urgent meeting, but some people there has to knock the snout). Fixed another problem I find myself in the head and neck people of the group as they finished a meeting in advance came looking for me to align before the meeting. I try to explain what happened, but they have already made an idea, and even if I do not think is right, they do not show signs of wanting to change.
Since I have burned so a bit 'of time I have to sacrifice his lunch because I have to cross Sunrise walk to the place of the meeting. Just before leaving my colleague tells me that there was a mishap and has to return to Milan early. The new Montezuma knocks on my door and makes the other person that goes to Milan should go away soon. I do not have time to think about. They are at this meeting and I understand that the whole problem is due to an incorrect link. I try to understand the other group that I do hush. We must lose at least an hour to get to the point that you just fix the link, and the damage he has done and everyone is happy.
After the meeting I return to the office and try to think how to get home. So I ask a colleague if he could accompany me in Turin. From there I can take the train to Milan without having to sleep on a bench in one of the stations in between Alba and no longer the moral capital of the beautiful country. In Turin
waiting for my train I switch to greet a friend of the first chapters of my adventure on the road. The review you and savor the atmosphere of the town of Mole took me back to a time when all this began. But is it really true that the weather clears the memory and leaves only the fondest memories.
... chasing the sun ...
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